Honey: A Short Story

March 26, 2020

Her shoulders and nose were bronzed by the sun and her honey colored hair glistened with icy highlights. As she brushed her bangs out of her hazel eyes she opened her mouth to speak. Her petal pink lips gave way to the most perfect set of teeth you could imagine – not a one out of line. The words coming from her mouth had a melodic quality that echos in your mind even after she has finished speaking. Specks of gold and emerald danced in her eyes as she talked about the children in her class; she is overly passionate about them and elaborately described each of their spunky personalities. She rubbed her thumbnails nervously as she spoke, but her voice did not waver.

She was charismatic and made it easy to chase her – but she did very little to chase back. At first it felt a little like a game – like she was playing hard to get, but then it becomes obvious that she loved to be chased but never wanted to be caught. She was often stuck in the past and grew weary with current and future events. Slowly she became more distant, more and more lost in the past, or rather, her idea of the past, and the emerald specks in her eyes faded like the leaves around her. The more she revealed the more you saw her heart breaking from the weight of her regrets and insecurities as they were piling higher than she knew what to do with.

But don’t remember her this way, remember her as the girl with honey hair, petal pink lips, and eyes of emerald and gold that danced when she spoke of her children.